I was just a poor college student, making ends meet by boosting accounts in League of Legends.
In Bronze, I got flamed until I couldn't hold my head up. Real life was even worse: my mouse broke and I couldn't afford a new one, my girlfriend got mad and left, and I had only two hundred yuan left for living expenses.
Then came that night.
In my dream, I heard two voices, one cold and violent, the other calm and sharp. Both asked me:
“Are you ready to leave this Bronze wasteland?”
When I woke up, I was no longer in my dorm. I was in the cyberpunk world of 2088, built from neon and steel.
Even more unbelievable,
I had become my favorite League of Legends champion: Kayn, the Shadow Reaper.
Life was no longer about ranked matches. It was a global assassination battlefield.
Politicians, financial magnates, thinkers, literary giants...
A dark order lurked at the pinnacle of power in every nation, and I had been assigned to “eliminate” them one by one.
Walking through walls, killing in a flash, vanishing into shadows: every skill could take a real life.
Every mission was a real-life ranked match on the brink of death.
I went from a Bronze account booster to the world's nightmare.
